Chapter 327

"You gave them to me." Colin's fingers traced the lower-right corner of the specimen, where a black signature with the letters 'C' - Caldwell's initial - was inscribed.

I stared at Colin, my breath catching. "Me? I gave these to you?"

All of these specimens?

"You said that the beauty of a shooting star lies in its fleeting moment. That the brief bloom of a night-blooming cereus is enough to dazzle everyone..." Colin turned to look at me, his voice as raspy as ever.

But it seemed to carry an endless stream of loneliness, grievance, and guilt. "Life is short, to preserve them forever, this was the only way."

I was shocked as I gazed at the walls filled with butterfly specimens. For a moment, they all seemed to come alive, flapping their wings, taking flight.

"I can't believe I would... like these," I said in astonishment.

Colin took my hand and led me into a room in the basement.

The door had a keypad, sturdy like a bank vault.

As the door swung open, I followed Colin inside.

flickered on, a tingling shock ran

finally opened his heart to

trust me completely, revealing his hidden secrets, his scars, all out in the open

investigations - about Damian, about me, my parents, the people from

there was the current serial murder

he was watching over everyone, like the

looked at Colin, a mix of

couldn't really be the

wall of photographs and pointed to the bottom left corner. "This isn't the first serial murder case. Three years ago, after I

ends through slips, accidents,

the person behind those 'accidents' is the same

nodded. "There's one thing in common

one of the few with a

the doctor Dexter had brought to

these deaths... they all

doctors had all once hurt, bullied, and

me, while the real killer often goes unnoticed,"

you had this chain of evidence... why didn't you go to the

me, his Adam's

everything, right?" I asked, my heart pounding. What was

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